silence your animated shadows
such brutal shoutings only draw from your darkest nightmares.
dust away the lines of immutable diversity
the trending nuances are endowed masterpieces
only if you're lucky
will you remember what he did out of passion
dare not complain of things to overcome
do not be your own servile corpse
sufficed to receive pleasures not truly your own
specific miseries perpetuate in stubborn wills
feeling delighted despite everything
forward through a few songs
it's apparent we are sitting in an English garden
and yes I am the walrus
finally we crest in a dream with forged shadows
never before have silent strokes sent such passionate waves of selfish love
your expressions of futile enthusiasm
counterbalance disturbing inscriptions on beautiful shadows
the dark complexions sink further into visible shadows